2013.06.25–07.11 Norge på tvers på sykkel1489

Across Norway four times – with the kids

It’s probably not a secret: We love outdoor life. A lot. During our former book project (sorry, it’s in Norwegian), we wanted to try a variety of different forms of outdoor activities. This resulted in many magical trips with the children, where the best are collected in our new book. Now the project is finished, and a growing restlessness has knocked on the door.

Now what?

We are clearly still hungry for the outdoors. Very hungry. And perhaps especially hungry for longer trips. To enjoy the feeling of being on the way. For a long time. Reading about others traveling across Norway in all directions fuels our own longing for long trips. But why don’t we simply just go ourselves?

Fair enough, the length of Norway is a bit too long on our part with the kids. For now at least. But crossing Norway? On foot? By bike or on skis? Or how about a canoe?

Or even better: How about crossing both on foot, by bike, on skis and in a canoe?

In recent months, television viewing has had to give way to the close inspection of maps and aerial photographs in the evenings, as so many times before. Slowly routes have shaped up and are now mostly settled. We have chosen four different starting points: two from fjord to fjord and two from the Swedish border to the coast.

The first step is often the longest. But now we have said it: We’re going. We’re going to cross Norway. Then the rest will take care of itself.

Below is a small potpourri from our crossing of Norway by bike from Trysil in the east to Årdal in the west this summer. In slightly random order, by the way.

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Sif og Siri klatrin i Skrimhallen

Sif og Siri klatrin i Skrimhallen

Out of hibernation

Crossing Norway with the kids in packrafts (Alpacka Raft Explorer 42).
Crossing Norway with the kids in packrafts (Alpacka Raft Explorer 42).

It´s been quiet here on the blog for a while. Very quiet. And there´s a good reason for that: Last winter was spent as a teacher, freelance journalist, author and father (and probably part-time nutcase), all while I was maintaining my primary blog in Norwegian as well as Bushwhacking Scandinavia. It became very clear at one point that something had to go. At least temporarily. And that something ended up being this very blog.

In August 2013 two important things changed: Firstly, our new book about outdoor life with kids finally hit the bookstores (I´m afraid it´s in Norwegian, but the photos are nice, if I dare say). And secondly, I reduced my position even more at school. And that last move makes it possible to write a word or two and drop a photo here on Bushwhacking Scandinavia now and then, which is exactly what I plan to do.

And though I haven´t written a word on the blog, this is by no way indicative of our outdoor life this year, highlights being a two-time crossing of Norway with the kids this summer, first by mountain bike and later by packraft. Don´t be surprised if a photo-potpourri hits the blog in the near future.

Crossing Norway by bike with the kids.
Crossing Norway by bike with the kids.

The Battle of the Backpack

HEAVY BACKPACKS. Definitely not going ultralight, but definitely having a good time skiing in Rondane National Park in Norway.
HEAVY BACKPACKS. Definitely not going ultralight, but definitely having a good time skiing in Rondane National Park in Norway.

You know how some people want to make a competition out of anything? Without you knowing it, it has now entered the hiking scene. Who would have thought that a pleasant little thing like going outdoors could have anything to do with competing? But the competition is there, even if you weren’t aware of yourself entering it.

They call themselves ultralight backpackers. They will tell you that if you’re not carrying a featherweight backpack that hurts your back and sleep in a sleeping bag that is just shy of keeping you warm at night, and if you, god help me, are camping in a tent and not under a flimsy tarp, then you are lacking skills, my friend, you are lacking skills.

And if you have slimmed your backpack to a nice, comfortable weight, they will start to pick at you, yes you, ’cause why are you using those trekking poles, when there are lighter alternatives out there. And that silly, heavy backpack of yours, why haven’t you at least cut off the superfluous straps and got rid of that daft lid on the top? And when you have found a pair of lightweight hiking boots, they poke you in the rib with their featherweight hiking poles and say “hey, stupid, why aren’t you walking around in running shoes like us smart ultralight backpackers, are you afraid your feet can’t take being wet 24/7?”.

You thought you had a clever cooking system, but they’ll tell you that you must be a total nitwit for leaving the house with anything more than a micro cooking set for one person. When you try to explain to them that you only have one cooking system and that’ll have to do because you now and then like to bring your family along, it will be to no avail. ‘Cause you obviously have no skill.

Are you bringing a DSLR to take pictures? Are you totally out of your mind? Any smart backpacker wouldn’t use anything heavier than a Micro Four Thirds system, they’ll say, ignoring you when you try to explain that you do it for the sake of image quality. – Image quality? You must be lacking skills!

If you confront them with their elitism, they will say “no, there is no elitism”, while some may frenetically try to cover up their footprints. But it’s there, on the net, if you look for it. It’s not pretty. It’s infantile.

I will tell you this, my friend. Let them have their silly competition. Let them think they are better than the rest. Let them think they have supreme skills. At the end of the day, why do we go outdoors? To compete? Or to enjoy ourselves?

Am I exaggerating? Yes, big time. Am I generalising? You bet. Is this written tongue in cheek? Absolutely.

Just don’t tell the ultralight backpackers.

Hammocks in the summer night – first experience with our Hennessy hammocks

ANCIENT PINE. We're still fond of the old pine tree, even though there wasn't room for all our hammocks.
ANCIENT PINE. We’re still fond of the old pine tree, even though there wasn’t room for all our hammocks.

There are a lot of things that aren’t wise. And to go on a family overnight trip with hammocks at the peak of the midge season is definitely not the smartest thing to do. We did it anyway – there weren’t that many midges in the forest any more, were there?

But there were. The plan was to hang our four hammocks in a beautiful, ancient pine we knew. The memory of the great tree had apparently grown bigger than reality. When we finally found our way back to the tree, it soon became clear that it would be difficult to set up the hammocks there. Of course I had to try it anyway. The midges did what they could to ruin the project.

CLOUDS OF MIDGES. It's annoying to think about the mosquito nets lying back home.
CLOUDS OF MIDGES. It’s annoying to think about the mosquito nets lying back home.

It ended in total resignation. It simply was not possible to set up the hammocks in the tree of our dreams. Instead, we found a nice cluster of pines higher up on the hill. Now, I could have written that «shortly after the four hammocks hung among the trees», but it would be to idealise, it wouldn’t be honest, because it took a long time: Soon, one of the hammocks was put up too low, then moments later it would be too high. And you can let yourself fascinate by so many animals, but I have a hard time finding anything fascinating about midges, that is, unless they hover like clouds glistening in the low evening light. Then even I will have to admit that they are actually quite a beautiful sight.

And now, at last, we are hanging here, under the canopy, each in our own hammock. It is odd, strange, like sailing into sleep. I think I can get used to it.

The next morning a wind blows like a salvation through the trees and takes with it the majority of the midges.

HAMMOCKS IN THE NIGHT. We rock into sleep hovering in each our Hennessy hammock.
HAMMOCKS IN THE NIGHT. We rock into sleep hovering in each our Hennessy hammock.
HENNESSY HAMMOCK. Siri is chuffed about her first night in a hammock.
HENNESSY HAMMOCK. Siri is chuffed about her first night in a hammock.
LUSH FERNS. Sif crosses a tiny creek running through the fern covered forest floor.
LUSH FERNS. Sif crosses a tiny creek running through the fern covered forest floor.

A new kid on the block – Norwegian FJELL magazine

Bushwhacking Scandinavia has been rather neglected this spring. And for a good reason. Since starting blogging on our Norwegian blog a year ago, we have increasingly had success getting our material into different Norwegian outdoor magazines. Writing for different magazines, feeding the Norwegian blog with weekly posts, working on a larger project, all while being squeezed in between the daily routines of our jobs and general family life, leaves little time to keep Bushwhacking Scandinavia up to date. Hopefully we will be able to get some more stuff out here in the future.

FJELL magazine is a new joint project between tourism businesses in the Jotunheimen, Dovre and Rondane area and a few local newspapers. We were lucky to be allowed to contribute to the initial release – and Siri had the honour to star on the front page.

Take a look at the online magazine below: It has a great layout and contains a lot of interesting and varied reading in both Norwegian an English. Did I mention it’s free?

Under an open sky

It is the oldest girl who proposes it: the last camp fire trip of the season. Let the tarp and the tent remain at home and sleep under an open sky, before the mosquitoes and midges occupy the forest. What father could say no to that?

It gets late before we get away. Again. But we don’t care about that. It’s Friday, it is the end of the week and it’s lovely weather. It is three happy hikers embarking on a walk through the spring woods in the beginning of dusk, the woodcock flying back and forth across the treetops against the darkening sky. The small pine needle path leads us through the forest behind our house, takes us down the steep hill to the skiing tracks and leads us over the little bridge. Then we leave the path, and walk into the night between straight pines and over heather and lichen.

The feeling of sitting by a camp fire that your daughters have created, almost by themselves, see the joy of responsibility glow as radiant as the firewood. To lie in your sleeping bag and let your eyes find rest in the night sky above, hear the light breath of the kids who sleep next to you.

It was to be a cold night, but we first notice when we find a a tiny amount of frost on the backpack the next morning and look at the thermometer – three lines down on the blue part of the scale. The girls fire up a morning camp fire, and it is difficult to say what warms me the most, the girls’ joy to be out, the fire or the sun, also joining in.

We are in no hurry to go back home, one sits by the stream and listens to the water, with thoughts that migrate to the bathing trips of summer, another goes exploring, at one point close the camp, then suddenly on the other side of the river gorge, high above the open pine forest. It is sad and nice all at once. The last camp fire of the season.

Wintercamping with Children – Northern Lights and Whooper Swans above the Blefjell mountains

It was winter. There was snow. And before us awaited a week without any big plans – winter holiday 2011. The ideas were many, but the decision was easy: We went to Blefjell, our lokal mountain range. Sleeping bags, sleeping mats, tents, food, clothing, cooking equipment, cuddly teddy bears and a radio were distributed between backpacks and the pulka. The mountains gave us four unforgettable days with low shoulders and a high sky.

The full story was recently published in the Norwegian magazine Snø & Ski nr 1 2012.

THE SODA POP HUT. We pass The Soda Pop Hut on our way.
THE SODA POP HUT. We pass The Soda Pop Hut on our way.
ALONE IN THE MOUNTAINS. We walk away from the ski track and into the mountains.
ALONE IN THE MOUNTAINS. We walk away from the ski track and into the mountains.
WHOOPER SWANS IN THE MOUNTAINS. Four Whooper swans surprises us on our way into the mountains.
WHOOPER SWANS IN THE MOUNTAINS. Four Whooper swans surprise us on our way into the mountains.
POWDER HAPPINESS. The girls find a perfect ski slope right next to camp.
POWDER HAPPINESS. The girls find a perfect ski slope right next to camp.
THE GOLDEN HOUR AT BLEFJELL. The colour shifts during the day are dramatic.
THE GOLDEN HOUR AT BLEFJELL. The colour shifts during the day are dramatic.
SILVERCOLOURED WINTER LANDSCAPE. The landscape turn silvery just before dusk.
SILVERCOLOURED WINTER LANDSCAPE. The landscape turns silvery just before dusk.
FUN IN THE MOUNTAINS. The girls stay outside and play even after dusk.
FUN IN THE MOUNTAINS. The girls stay outside and play even after dusk.
NORTHERN LIGHTS ABOVE BLEFJELL. Slender spruces stands in silhouette against an iridescent green northern light.
NORTHERN LIGHTS ABOVE BLEFJELL. Slender spruces stand in silhouette against an iridescent green northern light.
FREEZING FOG. One night, the freezing fog put down a thin layer of white over the landscape.
FREEZING FOG. One night, the freezing fog puts down a thin layer of white over the landscape.
WINDSCREEN. Everybody lends a hand to the building of a windscreen.
WINDSCREEN. Everybody lends a hand to the building of a windscreen.
WINTER JOY. We are very satisfied after unforgettable days on Blefjell.
WINTER JOY. We are very satisfied after unforgettable days on Blefjell.

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